“It's been one hell of a crazy ride, everyone. Follow me on Instagram - bananaboy69bigbrother.” I had waved goodbye to the cameras and stepped out the door to a cheering crowd and an eager host congratulating me on making it to the final three.

I'd come so close to winning the hundred thousand dollars and a shopping spree to Mark's Furniture ( Read more... )

Well, hello.  (I'm alive.  Was not killed by an endless flood of water as suggested by my last - slightly ominous - post)

Posting to declare my intent to begin updating this journal again - mainly with submissions to LJ Idol.  If you'd like to also take part in the mini season, you can do so hereAs requested.. three prompt suggestions ( Read more... )

I wait until Frankie is on the front porch, readjusting the arms on his Swiss Army backpack.  I can see him trying to work out which direction the straps should be pulled through the plastic holsters ( Read more... )

In the GardenIt was our second date and I wanted to leave. I wasn't into him. However, Bradley looked so enraptured by the idea of a Saturday night party that I felt too bad leaving him at the beach. He bought rum, pineapple juice and Sprite, plus some cups made out of coconuts to mix it all into. He looked so ecstatic, it was as if he'd been ( Read more... )

I was forced to drop out of LJ Idol due to the move, living in the hippy commune and having no television, computer, radio, etc. I now have my own place and have time traveled back to 2014. There's apparently a chance for me to jump back into the competition - via Last Chance Idol - and this is my entry stating my intention to do so.

Yay!

The first time that thirteen-year-old Jessa tried to sign on to a chat-room, she'd covered her speakers with a pillow so that her parents wouldn't hear the computer dialing up to the internet. It turned out that the loud dialing, scratching, and military bleeping noises weren't actually coming from the speakers. She frantically stuffed the pillow ( Read more... )

"Is that a...?"

"Yes, and it even has a butt flap."

The Ramada hotel. There we were. Scott (fellow Idol contestant buddyhollylover) in his onesie and me in my Thundercats t-shirt and pajama bottoms. After being friends online for about ten years, it was our first time meeting.  Well.  The day before was, anyway.  It was the second day of our first time meeting ( Read more... )

Jamie Peterson woke up in Salem, Massachusetts, year 1692. Of course, she didn't know this at the time. She spent the first five minutes of her newly imposed conundrum rubbing her head and regretting the second bottle of cherry vodka she'd opened the night before. (Though she still couldn't help deeming it necessary in order to make it through the ( Read more... )

( Tossing the Bouquet )

"I'm interested in people's darker side, the ones that aren't easy and well balanced. The cracks." -- Noomi Rapace.

“Who has the flashlight?” It's completely black out and my voice is made small by the crashing of dark waves against solid rock. Nobody answers me and I curse my Minnie Mouse voice for the umpteenth time. Just don't step between the ( Read more... )